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369 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 19, 2016
“You can never really fix what’s broken.”
“We’re heavy hearts, and anyone willing to carry us, even for a little while, should get a fucking gold medal.”
“I could lie and pretend to be happy, and they would never see through the shattering glass I wore as skin.”
“They would want to pump me with chemicals to try and fix what was broken. I spent the last seven years being forced into a box, made to be what someone wanted me to be. I didn’t want that again. My cage was bigger now, but I still felt bars around me.”
“It doesn’t matter how many years someone tries to perfect you, all you become is some flawed, broken mess of a thing. Barely human anymore.”
“Let me tell you a secret. No one has a damn clue what they’re doing. Not ever. They can pretend, but life is nothing more than a guessing game. Sometimes you guess right, and you move ahead on the board. Sometimes you guess wrong and fall flat on your face. You have to fall down if you want to learn how to pick yourself up again.”
“It’s easy to want to be alive, but it’s very hard to put it into action.”
“Maybe we’re both broken.”
“Maybe everyone is broken.”


The old man smiled at her. “You don’t have to say anything at all. I just figured that you wouldn’t want to waste your parents’ money. Or, I thought that maybe you would be willing to talk to me. Since you were so willing to talk to the news.”
"Everyone has something broken inside of them, Riley. We all just wear it differently.”
"Hate is a thing that you have to holdfast to. It’s not like love or joy. Those just come along, and you can’t force them. Hate is fascinating because it can just drift away into the ether if you let it."
“Maybe we’re both broken.”
“Maybe everyone is broken.”
I scoffed. “Why should I believe that I’m the thing that can make her happy?”
“Because she tells you that you are,” he stated like I was stupid. “You don’t get to decide if you make her happy or not.”
He smiled when he got to me. “I would love to spend the day with my sons going on a wild goose chase for a toad. This is going to be a special day for you when you look back on it. I’d love to be a part of it.”
“Why do you think I’m in love?”
He stared at me like I was an idiot. “Well, we can start with the obvious if you want.” With a point to my full hands, he said, “We just spent almost three hours going from store to store so you could find her a toad. Tell me why.”
When her arms stretched out, she leaned forward. Then there was cleavage in my face. Just… right in my face. Soft parts very close to my mouth, and I imagine she wouldn’t be okay with that if she realized. The girl was messed up in the head, and I was a bastard for even thinking for a second about her cleavage. Even with it in my face. I was forever a predator, and I wasn’t sure if she would ever be capable of being more than prey.
“And it wouldn’t kill you. Unless you were really stupid with it. And if you were, then you kind of have the death coming.”
Oh, don’t start getting cute with me, baby.









